So Who Made it to New Year’s Eve?

Having not slept well at naptime, I was exhausted. I laid down at about 8:00 and told my husband to wake me up at about 20 minutes until midnight, so I could listen painfully to Dick Clark’s attempt to host his New Year’s Eve show. Why do I tune in to watch his struggle?

I basically just laid in my bed listening to The History of Howard Stern, uncomfortable because of my pain. I could hear Tyler jumping around and playing, the Energizer bunny.

I got up at about ten and got up on my computer. Grant and Tyler were watching DVDs. Tyler was getting a bit tired so I said “Why don’t you just lay down on the couch and we will wake you before midnight so you could celebrate”? He feel asleep at 11:00.

We tried to wake him up at about five to midnight. “Tyler, do you want to yell Happy New Year and watch the ball come down”? He would sit up and then fall back to sleep on the couch. He was unshakably asleep for the night. Poor Tyler.

When it turned midnight Grant and I drank sparkling cider and kissed and then we went over to Tyler and whispered “Happy New Year” to him and each gave him a kiss. Grant carried him to my bed.

I said my usual New Year’s prayer to God, Jesus and my father that this would be a better year for us. Basically the same prayer I say every year. But that is for another post.

We went to bed and when Tyler got up at 8:15 this morning he was so mad. “I missed it?! I missed the holiday”?! I had to show him the 2010 calendar and the 2011 one and explain to him that today was a holiday, all day. He just missed the beginning of it.

Hope everyone had a great New Year’s Eve!

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Emily Cullen is a pen-name. I suffer from chronic illnesses and diseases which include Bipolar Disorder, Asthma, Diabetes and Fibromyalgia. I had battled Lupus and Rheumatoid Arthritis but there is no longer evidence of me having these diseases and my Rheumatologist has declared them to be "burnt out" of my system. I am separated from my husband, “Grant”. Our son, “Tyler” was born in September of 2006 and suffers from tics and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and is delayed in fine and gross motor skills. In my blog I seek to let sick moms know that they are not the only ones going through this, and to educate people about what can happens when one becomes catastrophically ill. I also strive to break down stereotypes of what a “Welfare Mom” is like. Anything that I have gone through due to being sick, is written on the pages of Mama Sick.

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